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about him are under the line, they need no other penance.
That fire-drake did I hit three times on the head, and three times was his nose discharged against me: he stands there, like a mortar-piece, to
There was a haberdasher's wife of small wit near him, that railed upon me till her pink'd porringer fell off her head, for kindling such a combustion in the state. I missed the meteor once, and hit that woman, who cried out: Clubs! when I might see from far some forty truncheoners draw to her succour, which were the hope o' the Strand, where she was quartered. They fell on; I made good my place; at length they came to the broomstaff to me: I defied 'em still; when suddenly a file of boys behind 'em, loose shot, delivered such a shower of pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine honour in, and let 'em win the work : the devil was amongst 'em, I think, surely.
Port. These are the youths that thunder at a play-house, and fight for bitten apples; that no audience, but the Tribulation of Tower Hill, or the Limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure. I have some of 'em in Limbo Patrum, and there they are like to dance these three days, besides the running banquet of two beadles that is to come.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here ! They grow still, too; from all parts they are
coming, As if we kept a fair here ! Where are these
porters, These lazy knaves 2-Ye have made a fine band,
fellows: There is a trim rabble let in. Are all these Your faithful friends o' the suburbs? We shall
have Great store of room, no doubt, left for the ladies, When they pass back from the christening. Port.
An't please your honour, We are but men ; and what so many may do, Not being torn a pieces, we have done : An army cannot rule 'em. Cham.
As I live, If the King blame me for 't, I 'll lay ye all By the heels, and suddenly; and on your heads Clap round fines for neglect. Ye are lazy knaves; And here ye lie, baiting of bombards, when Ye should do service. Hark! the trumpets
sound; They ’re come already from the christening.
Go, break among the press, and find a way out
You great fellow, Stand close up, or I'll make your head ache.
Port. You i' the camlet, get up o' the rail ; I'll pick you o'er the pales else.
SCENE IV.-The Palace. Enter Trumpets, sounding; then two Aldermen,
Lord Mayor, Garter, CRANMER, Duke of NorFOLK, with his marshal's staff, Duke of SUFFOLK, two Noblemen bearing great standing-bowls for the christening-gifts; then, four Noblemen bearing a canopy, under which the Duchess of NORFOLK, god-mother, bearing the child richly habited in a mantle, &c.
Train borne by a Lady : then follows the Marchioness of DORSET, the other godmother, and Ladies. The troop pass once about the stage, and Garter speaks.
Gart. Heaven, from thy endless goodness, send prosperous life, long, and ever happy, to the high and mighty Princess of England, Elizabeth !
Flourish. Enter King and Train.
the good Queen,
K. Hen. Thank you, good lord Archbishop;
[The King kisses the Childo With this kiss take my blessing : God protect
thee ! Into whose hand I give thy life. Cran.
Let me speak, sir, For Heaven now bids me ; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they 'll find 'em truth. This royal infant, —Heaven still move about her! Though in her cradle, yet now promises
Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings,
her; Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her: She shall be loved, and feared : her own shall bless
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
with her :